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Hearing the Truth


Boom! Pow! Kick. Ow. It's all I hear when your near, Kick, Slap, Punch, It's what I fear when your near. Spit, profanitity, and disrespect. It's all I ever get. But one day, one day I heard something new. It wasn't a kick, spit, or profanitity. It was a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time. It was a person telling me this was enough. This person help me escape. I recognize this voice it was oh so familiar I stood up to see it was me. The woman in the mirror
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Angelwith1wing
<p>Congrats to that "women in the mirror"!!! May you never lose her nor God on your journey. Keep writing on my friend.</p>

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